Barton's surrounded by serpents. They're all Skrulls, and they're here to subjugate the Earth before the Kree do.

With a pair of long knives, Barton fights the many coils that surround him. He slashes the fangs. Barton doesn't understand why they overrely on the snake shape. If they're shapeshifters, he'd expect them to use that better to their advantage, as he sure as hell will...

When he finally gets a breath, he fires an arrow, and lets it soar. It explodes, in mid-air, and generates a gas that weakens and blinds his many attackers.

In the confusion, Hawkeye shuts himself inside the stairwell. There, he sheds his gas mask. With one foot on the rail, he shoots an arrow in the ceiling. From it, a cable hangs.

Hanging from this cable, Hawkeye lowers himself into the abyss that the stairwell surrounds. As dangerous as this is, he's going to take the fight to the low ground...

As he rappels past a certain door, a Skrull/cobra bursts in, and dives after him. Now, Hawkeye falls.

The snake falls after him. Fangs bared and tongue out, he dives after Hawkeye. Somehow, he's falling faster than Hawkeye. This Skrull must've had a brush with the Reality Stone...

While falling, Hawkeye draws another arrow, and shoots the snake's face. The snake catches himself and hisses in pain, as the arrow sprays a dangerous chemical in his eyes.

Hawkeye's still falling. Even so, he shoots another arrow at the ceiling. It turns into a parachute, and guides the rest of Hawkeye's fall...all six levels of it.

He lands harder than he'd like to...which is fair, considering for how long it took to get that snake to stop falling after him. At least he had better luck than Gwen Stacy; not that he'd brag...

Now Hawkeye's in the catacombs. There are no skull walls down here; just cement bricks. Many of the walls are arched; as are the ceilings and floors. Arabia can really finance those big-visioned architects...

He runs to a pillar, and hides behind it. Here, he takes a breather. Once he's rested, he prepares for another Skrull attack. He can't imagine he's got much time.

They come downstairs, in their default shapes. Their standard-issue sidearm is like a high-tech squad automatic weapon. Hawkeye would hate to think that its power source is weaker than a star... Or a quasar, even...

Hmm; a quasar in Qatar! How come no one ELSE has ever thought of that?

Best he can, Hawkeye stays put. That'll be harder than it should be, if some of these traps don't work...

Some of them generate trip wires, across the halls. True to Hawkeye's expectations, one of them is tripped.

Traps go off, and many Skrulls are impaled by mini-crossbow bolts. These bolts slowly inject a toxic drug into their systems, which numbs their shapeshifting capacities.

Some of them trigger traps by running. Soon, Hawkeye likes his chances.

He leaps out from behind the pillar, and goes on the offensive with his recurve bow. Some of them try to shapeshift, and charge him. Hawkeye throws bolas at some of them, binding them. Some of these bolas have grenades for balls. They blow, and gas their captives.

One of the Skrulls half-shifts into a sphinx. Hawkeye shoots an electricity-generating arrow into their chest, stunning them with high-voltage electricity.

One of them charges Barton, having changed into a bull. Hawkeye draws a boxing glove arrow, and shoots it. It hits the Skrull in the head, and knocks them out. The bull bounces off several of the walls, resuming his default Skrull shape as he goes along.

With normal arrows, Hawkeye shoots the rest of them. Some of them hide behind the pillars. He smokes them out, and shoots them. This is starting to feel like a video game...

Alas, he soon senses that he's combed the catacombs. He's just about to put his latest arrow back into the quiver, when...

A pair of glowing yellow eyes appear, in the shadows behind him. A great cobra raises his hood high above Hawkeye, and surrounds him with his coils. Once again, Hawkeye is trapped.

Super-Skrull glares down, fangs bared. He laughs and hisses at the same time.

"We are the Skrulls," he insists. "We've got armies within armies where the one you've just slaughtered comes from!"

"I know," Hawkeye insists.

"And yet, you stand alone, defending your doomed race." He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Sometimes, I'm almost tempted to have too much faith in the races we're deployed across the galaxies to conquer."

"Well you're right to," Hawkeye insists. "You never know when one of them might fight back harder than you can!"

"Hmm; speaking of harder..." With that, Super-Skrull closes in his cobra coils, and crowd's Hawkeye. His bow is broken. Hawkeye is now trapped in Super-Skrull's coils.

Barton thrashes. He can't get loose. Super-Skrull really knows his stuff...

He opens his eyes. Super-Skrull's are changing colors...like Kaa's, in the Jungle Book's. Hence, so are Barton's, now...

"Not," Barton stammers, as he's hypnotized, "a Disney...movie...reference... Not...now..."

"Yes now," Super-Skrull hisses. "Rest easy, dear Clinton. Soon enough, you will be exploiting the hospitality of hell."

Clint doesn't remember what happens next. But he's pretty sure that his bow is still broken. His body might be too, by the time Super-Skrull/the great cobra is done with it...